4.14.2010

Crepúsculo / José Antonio Ramos Sucre

Twilight

Silvius barely resists the ingenuity of Beatrice. The mocking irritates the conceited young man. The Gothic sun of the stained-glass windows paints the border of a cheerful cloud, in an alternating manner. The foliage composes a continuous darkness, in the afternoon, in the white city. Beatrice contemplates the river, facing the transitory flow and the identical figure in suspense. The young man walks away threatening imaginary rivals. Beatrice uses, to say goodbye to him, a judicious, abstinent courtesy. The young woman returns, in the presence of an eclipsed moon, to the severe thoughts of her tedium. The incoercible shadows, with soft feet, with a burlesque mask, blow long flutes of ebony or silver. A sudden barking, originating in the inner cloisters of the earth, dismays the laurel forest.